And the end line was echoing in my head, the head of Mr. Idioto with his stupid plans, (but Allah is the greatest of planners) ‘and then you can sleep even 10.. or 12 hours every night.. ‘ well.. I was happy with my 4 hours of sleep each night, like the other great Sufi masters throughout history.. no change here.. Mawlana’s were always special.. when you saw then, you didn’t recognize them.. the lack of official recognition was a clear indication this greatest Sufi title was also applicable to me.. since with a Mawlana,, when you recognized him, you didn’t see him.. God was the time.. and 4 hours.. that was the time. . And so God was the Time and God is ruling everything.. Allah was the time and there was no God but Allah.. Allah was the Time, and Allah was ruling everything.. And so, I had to keep up with my 5 fulltime works; I worked officially at Studio Barnhus Recording Studios, but my massive fame made it so that this was just a tiny side issue, but very important for the otherwise big record label, the little work with listening to new music and adding it my our playlist which I had made.. and the music was anyway mostly about me; the mega star, the super star, the world famous guy.. Then I had ‘the work’ to be ‘the doctor’ of my women.. 1,6 billion sex bombs, being my sex slaves.. and a lot of other women also billions I was sure which I had not had the time to count yet.. The problem was that they came in extreme need of me, and me only having 1 dick, and the potential of course of maybe 7 orgasmes a day, well, it didn’t suffice of course.. And my lovers once being fucked by me, became so horny they dilapidated when I had to take care of ‘the doctor work’ of other women.. It was one big jealousy time machine I guess.. and it was very sad for me to see, famous stars getting so horny after love life with me, that they became desperate .. just that longing gaze into the camera.. ‘plz.. plz.. master.. mister.. what ever mmm is your name now again.. I WANT IT’.. And Allah was in the end of the decider of the order, the Sufi order I screwed my women in.. Then we had my political work, which was also very very important, though of course a little less important than the women, even if my friendship with world leaders were personally at stake as very very very important indeed.. But personal relationship first, then the PR.. And so I right now didn’t spend much time watching the development of the world, just the glance of certain knowledge We were on the right way together with me myself, was enough for me to have ascertained.. Then we had my public work, which was actually only me taking a fresh sip of air on town being happy to alive and existing, and because of my world status fame, it became a show every single time.. ending earliest after midnight when everybody went home in Asia to sleep their sleep in their homes.. except on party places like Shibuya where the party went on until early morning hours when the public transport began running again.. But I did not have time to sit around shitting, like it would have felt, but at need took a taxi home simply.. Then we had my authorship; a book seemed to write itself constantly, and just like Jack Kerouac had spontaneous prose as to not waste time unnecessarily away from life and living which he was loving, me too was beginning to feel that also in this, Allah was the Time, me telling some vocal notes on my Iphone during the day, and it echoing out beautifully across the world, or making a little margin on my writer phone with usual buttons ‘press number 1 2 times for b and number 6 one time for m..’ etc etc. and everybody seeing also that even though I did not even send a message or even save it.. But the pencil, which now was a symbol of the Imperial Garden and those owners of it of great character which had known my teacher and masters the Zen masters D.T. Suzuki and R.H. Blyth, was of course the most important and powerful tool.. I did not need people to see and apprehend what I was writing and deciding to actually perform it.. Many times even a secret note was even more powerful than a seen.. ‘heard melodies are sweet, .. but those UNHEARD of are sweeter.. therefore ye soft pipes.. play on.. not so much to the sensual ear.. but to the spirit ditties of NO TONE..’ John Keats had written so genially.. And since people knew this, everybody wanted to peek into my notebook constantly, to the point they could even catch the text with a camera in the background, or feel the pencil movement and by this find out what I had written.. It came to the point that my women had creeped under my skin to the degree, that I could not even think a thought without them knowing.. They wanted to KNOW EVERYTHING.. almost like devouring.. but in a pleasant manner I guess.. Problem was , I guess the only problem for us, was that I had no money.. And that because of the hardness of their hearts, nobody wanted to give me that support which I so desperately needed.. Not until I came to Japan that is.. here they was going to give me everything.. Like nobody could understand, like it would be a difficult thing, that when you are soo immensely popular you can not even find time to do usual things, like calling the immigration office, so that it passes weeks and not yet you have had found time for it, even though the issue is pressing, actually a life pressing issue, or calling a Japanese newspaper to get money for article Jinn Juri had written, money you desperately needed.. that your first poetry collection ‘Loving Love’ was a true statement, that you were as the song goes by that genial composer performed so genially by Meat Loaf, ‘I would do anything for love but I won’t do that’ was true regarding you, and thus you could one day be prepared to stand there and not yet had time, and get thrown out of the hotel and having nothing to eat and not knowing what to do actually.. But Allah was the Time.. get it.. and as Jesus Christ says: God is Love.. And that was the reality of it.. As it would then be a hard thing for people to get, that you though created out of light like the Angels, can’t live on just the sunlight, and drinking only the wind, but has to have the basic needed necessities like everybody else.. An apartment to lay your women in and sleep your 4 hours a night, doing your writing work and program international relation thing and just being away from the immense popularity which is pulling you constantly, though pleasantly of course like a woman pulling her vaginal orgasm through for you, as soon as you stepped outside.. Like it would be a hard thing for people to get you needed this space at least, and some money for eating normally, like every body else human beings on earth, and drinking, so that you did not die of thirst , which you would, In Shaa Allah, most probably do otherwise.. And those so-called ‘Sufi’s’ were sitting there, hindered by their prejudices they called ‘my Islamic school path way’ , looking left and right and right and left upon their stupid ‘brothers’ : ‘are you also waiting a second.. ‘ ‘wait a second..’ the other answers, taking care of his chin, and caressing his beard down to the hilt.. ‘yhea wait a second’ the one to the right then says.. and they sit there like the famous statue ‘The Thinker’ year after year.. stupid.. in the meanwhile in the background can be seen limbs of people blown to pieces, hell on earth bombs exploding, women screaming, young girls ‘taking the knife’ and sticking it in their hearts blood spurting all over the place.. and you can see the timeline passing.. 2022 turns into 2023.. 2023 turns into 2024.. ‘wait a second’ they still say, and just sit there.. then 2024 turns into 2025.. and somewhere around 13 March 2025 (you know spring time dawn finally upon everyone I guess..) they suddenly begin to look a little confused around, and begin stuttering a new line.. ‘I guess.. I guess. Wait a second.. wait a second here.. I gues.. I guess. We should have helped The Guest..’ Well Wanna Bies and Would Have Beens.. It is an easy thing, like Japan; A Mawlana comes, everybody respects him.. Everybody bows for the Mawlana.. Getting out of the way as he comes.. And if someone IS NOT doing that, that person gets punished.. Cars slow down and let him pass the street.. Cops stop the traffic as he approaches, making honour ‘yes general’ gesture and let him pass, him bowing back thankfully.. the train conductors holds up the train if they see he is hurrying to it.. but lets the doors shut if they see he wants to take the next train.. Everywhere he goes, the Mawlana is praised, and Japan gives the Mawlana security guarantees, and treats him in the best possible manner, saying: don’t worry.. When you run out of money, which you will not have the time to fix because of your immense love for humanity, just go to an office and we will take care of the issue..
They don’t sit around like some ‘Sufi’s ‘ just waiting for the Mawlana to die or disappear, or like the rest of the so called ‘muslim’ ummah being much worse in their betrayal.. No, they first give the necessities of life support so the Mawlana feels safe.. And then everybody is happy everyday and having a party.. IT IS NOT DIFFICULT.. IT IS ACTUALLY THE MOST EASY THING IN THE WORLD..
Let us say I have a million dollars on my bank account.. I feel to give it to somebody.. Easy catch! I go into my bank profile, I have the personal bank account number to the person I want to give the 1 million dollars to.. I push a button and I confirm the transaction.. And the monkey gets of my back.. I did it.. It is done.. I don’t boast about it.. I don’t even tell anyone.. If though the person is enslaved somewhere and thus can not benefit from the money at his bank account (if he or she is even permitted to have one), I see where the person is, AND TRAVEL THERE.. with me I have a suit case with 1 million dollars in it.. I find the person, I explain to him for him to understand what I am giving him in my hand, I might even open the suitcase in a place where only us two sees, and show him the money.. Then I walk away like nothing has happened.. IT IS NOT A DIFFICULT THING.. People travel all the time all over the world and you can withdraw money from your bank account in almost every country.. IT IS EASY.. So don’t tell me you have ‘an excuse’.. We know there is none excuse..
Well I thought finally.. Old ghost don’t come back and haunt me.. Jinn Juri my friend; happy I met you.. The evil of women.. Yhea.. the thing was it was based on love, physical desire for your dick.. So We didn’t put it hard on them, and that was why it was forbidden for women to be soldiers (since they might act themselves upon their own evil which they can’t control) and why Allah forbid to ever kill a women (except for Zinah, betrayal of the highest Order, or if she poisoned (or killed, poisoning being the most usual method for women to murder if they did) (and these three were punishment on The State level, to be inflicted publicly).. Though men acting upon the Fitna of women was to be killed as traitors, or being simply to stupid complacent and lazy to be alive when attacking The Higher Order or nature.. Allah cursed women whom imitate men and vice versa.. and that was psychopathy.. ‘For each man kills the thing he loves’ Oscar Wilde wrote falsely about human kind, but true in the sense that when a woman imitated a man, then she killed the thing she loved eventually I guess as a consequence of it.. The sickness in her heart springing like fleurs de mal on summer.. Winter.. Some women were prepared thus to kill the man they love ‘just to get it’.. Jealousy.. Because, this they thought in their cattle stupid brains ‘if I don’t get it, no one else shall either..’ It was especially sensitive with a Mawlana; a Mawlana being poor by nature order, since he never has time to even think about economy, spending all his wealth squandered upon the love of humanity love for people.. And thus, Mawlana being world famous super star, the woman in her whoredom many times got mad crazy over it; YOU BEING WORLD FAMOUS AND NO MONEY!! AND NO RECOGNIZION!! Then you had to be extra careful, because the cattle logic in her brain were telling her; then gorge him to death!!
Porn
Gorn
To
Death
Agree
So to speak..